I'm sorry if the dates in this story don't correspond with the ones in the book, but they're still the same events. I'm having fun writing this story and I hope yor're enjoying it too. I have been shirking off my other story, but I'm kind of at a dead end with it. I need new material...

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I own nothing; J.K. Rowling owns all, except for Logan and Lunar is owned by my bud, XBieberFeverX.

Chapter 6

Heights

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Percy watched his young friend in disdain as she inhaled a whole sausage and moved onto another…then another…then another. He leaned forward, nose wrinkled in disapproval. "You should really cut down Logan. It's unhealthy for a young lady such as yourself to eat that much."

Logan stopped in mid-chew to stare at the boy before resuming her eating. Percy shook his head and resumed to eating his cornflakes, topped off with a little sugar. Both looked up when multiple screeches echoed through the Hall.

"Ah, owls are here." Percy said, hand instinctively reaching up to catch the falling mail. Logan paused to watch Percy examine his letter. "It's from my mother." he told her, opening the envelope, unfolding the letter in it. Logan watched his eyes, slowly moving from left to right across the page, smiling softly every now and again.

She wondered what it was like getting mail…

It seemed that everyone around her was getting some sort of mail, everyone but her. Even Blondie at the Slytherin table was enjoying the letter from his family, one arm around the small box of what smelled like…sweets.

"How come you didn't get any mail?" Percy asked, folding his letter back up, slipping it into the envelope. They looked up when the Weasley twins approached, waving their letter in the air. "Did you hear, dad got a raise!" they exclaimed. Percy nodded, showing them his letter.

"Spectacular, isn't it?"

"Sure is!"

Logan looked down at her plate, suddenly losing her appetite. She looked up when two people plopped in the seats beside her.

"We've heard you have Defense Against the Dark Arts." Fred said.

"Watch out; the guy's a real loon." George added. "He puts garlic in his turban to ward vampires."

"So he says." Percy said. He had never been too fond of Prof. Quirrell; always had a bad feeling about the man. There was something about his twitch and stutter that seemed so…fake.

Logan looked between the twins. "You're Fred?" she asked, pointing at the one on the right. He nodded, looking at his brother in great amusement. Logan made sure to categorize his smell: peppermint and a mix of something that smelled like gunpowder. "And you're George?" she asked the one on the left. He nodded, smelling like lemons and mowed grass; interesting smell, but still good.

"Okay, I can tell the difference between you two now. It's so obvious!"

"It is?" Fred, George, and Percy all asked at the same time. Logan nodded, standing up at the sound of the bell.

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They were right,Professor Quirrell was what you called…strange. And his classes were a joke. He did spend most of his time talking about how he was hiding from a vampire constantly. Logan took a tentative sniff; the room did smell of garlic and when Quirrell called her up to check on her work to make sure if she was doing okay, his turban reeked with garlic.

There was something else that aroused suspicion through Logan. She could hear a faint rustling around him and he wouldn't be moving. His twitch made his turban move, but when he calmed down, she swears she saw it move a little.

"V-Very g-good, Miss W-Wolfram, v-very bright." he stuttered and gave her a smile as she took her work from his hand.

"She knows…" a faint whisper said and Quirrell frowned, watching Logan walk back to her desk. Logan gave him one more narrow-eyed look before returning her attention back to her work.

She paused in her work when a paper airplane flew next to her hand. Hermione, who had chosen to sit next to Logan, scowled at it, shaking her head and resumed her scribbling of answers.

Logan grabbed it, casting a look up at Quirrell, and opened it. It revealed her digging in a dumpster, wearing nothing but a potato sack. Logan lifted an eyebrow in amusement and nudged Hermione with her elbow. The bushy-haired girl looked and frowned, "You should report that."

Logan smiled and started to draw, showing Hermione after she was done. Giving Logan a look, she grabbed it and added something to it.

Later on, a paper airplane returned to Pansy and Millicent's desk and when they opened it, they let out a scream. Quirrell looked up and stood up, walking over to their desk. "I-Is t-there something w-wrong, girls?" he asked. They pointed to the paper and he picked it up, giving a quizzical look.

"T-There's n-nothing on h-here." he said and gave the paper back to them. The two Slytherin girls glared over at the two smug Gryffindor girls and Logan gave a two-fingered salute.

The picture had shown the two Slytherin feeding each other strawberries, then sharing a casual kiss. The last bit was added by Hermione and it showed her and Logan giggling and taking a picture.

"That was truly satisfying." Hermione whispered.

"I know."

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Lunar fiddled with the necklace, the half crescent moon charm becoming warm because of her fingers were constantly on it. She sat near the back with Padma, but the one and only Draco Malfoy was across from her. The episode with Hermione and Logan vs. Pansy and Millicent was hilarious! Really made her day, but now she wished that the Gryffindor duo would do something about Malfoy.

The blonde wadded up a piece of paper, throwing it at her. Lunar slowly looked over at him. His smirk caused her to blush and bite her bottom lip. "You're in Ravenclaw; tell me, what's the answer to number seven?"

Lunar shook her head, "That's cheating."

Malfoy cocked an eyebrow, "I'm in Slytherin, do you think I really care?"

Lunar shook her head, quickly turning her attention back to her work. Malfoy scowled, throwing another wad at her. "Ravenclaw," He didn't even know her name. "Tell me the answer." he growled.

"Padma…?" Lunar whispered, voice quavering, Padma leaned back, eyes narrowed directly at Malfoy. "Leave her alone Malfoy, can't you see she doesn't like you?"

Malfoy smirked in amusement, "Then why is she blushing? It looks like she fancies me."

"Switch me seats, Lunar." Padma said, gathering her things. They switched seats which made Malfoy sneer and turn away, in search of someone else to do his work for him. Lunar gave one more look in Malfoy's direction, then back down at her paper.

Malfoy turned when a soft prick struck in his neck. A small origami phoenix hovered in the air, resting in his palm. Opening to where Prof. Quirrell wouldn't hear it, Malfoy read the contents.

7) "Fairy Tale Witches" is another name for hags.

Malfoy looked back up at Lunar, smirked when she smiled, and scribbled down the answer on his own piece of parchment.

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"I don't really like Professor Quirrell." Hermione said, clutching her History of Magic textbook to her chest. "He's kind of…odd."

Logan laughed, "Fred and George said he was a loon, but…there's something wrong with him." Hermione looked at Logan, eyebrows raised quizzically. "What do you mean?" she asked. Her friend shrugged, "I thought I saw his turban move when he was wasn't twitching."

It was Hermione's turn to laugh. "Sure; what next, another face on the back of his head!" Logan stopped, watching Hermione walk away. It was true; the turban moved and Quirrell has this extra smell that wasn't his own.

Logan started walking again, her thoughts rushing through her head. Maybe Prof. McGonagall knew something about it. She'd have to stop by her classroom later on, maybe after classes.

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History of Magic was interesting, but Binns drawled on and on. Logan managed to stay awake, but many others were half asleep and some of them were even asleep, for example, Ron.

Hermione seemed to be the only one besides Logan that was invulnerable to Binns voice as she frantically scribbled down notes, probably afraid that she would miss a word. "Did you get that last bit?" she asked when Binns started to nod off himself.

"He said that Muggles were afraid of magic and started to burn anyone that resembled a witch or was suspected a being a part of witchcraft. The famous Wendelin the Weird who enjoyed being burned, disguised herself many times, purposely got herself caught, and when she about to be burned, she cast the Flame-Freezing charm and caused her to get a tickling sensation instead of feeling the burn. Quite interesting actually…."

Hermione had long since ignored her as Binns had woken up again and started to talk. Some giggling was heard behind her and she turned to Pansy and Millicent pointing at her.

"Draco calls you a second-hand loon." Pansy teased and the girls collapsed in a fit of giggles. Logan smirked, leaning her head in her hand. "Oh really, well, kudos to him; he gets the A for the day." Logan turned back to her notes, listening to Binns talk. A paper ball hit the back of her head and she looked over her shoulder to see Draco sitting there, mouthing 'second-hand loon.'

Logan frowned and turned back around, only to grab the paper ball and throw it back, hitting him right between the eyes. He winced and scowled in her direction.

Hermione nudged her in the side, signaling for her to stop which she did, but Draco continued to pelt her with paper balls. Overall, it was a long…annoying…boring slash interesting class.

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"Harry, get up…" Lunar whispered, shaking him. Harry jumped up, flattening his hair. He pushed Ron awake. The red-head shook the sleep away, rubbing his eyes. "You two need to stay awake." Lunar said, writing down the notes that were being written on the black board. She was amazed at how the chalk moved on its own, creating the words.

In all the letters that she wrote to her parents, she hoped would convince them that she was safe within the walls of Hogwarts and that magic was a good thing. She had received a letter from her mom the day before asking her if she was having second thoughts about the school. She wrote back to them that everything was fine and she had attended Transfiguration, Charms, and Herbology; got sorted into Ravenclaw and made new friends, like Harry Potter, the most famous kid in the school.

"Lunar, can I see your…notes?" Harry asked. Lunar nodded, shifting them to where he could see, but still write down the notes herself. It felt good helping someone so nice…and cute. She had to admit, Harry was cute.

Lunar looked over her shoulder to see the boy from before, Malfoy. He was throwing paper balls at Logan to entertain himself, but Logan was throwing them back, catching whatever paper wads Malfoy tried to throw at her and Hermione. It was amusing watching the two bicker all the time.

"Mr. Malfoy, Miss Wolfram, see me after class!" Prof. Binns said, pausing in his lecture. Both kids blinked, sunk in their chairs, and when Binns turned around, they threw one more paper ball at each other, finishing their fun.

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"In my class, you not act like goofs. Throwing objects at each other in my class is prohibited. That's what it's like in all Hogwarts classes because if something bad happened that made the other angry, it may lead to unwise decisions. Five points from each of your Houses; I will be reporting your behavior to Professors McGonagall and Snape. Now leave before I give you both detentions."

Logan and Draco nodded, walking out of the class.

"Thanks Gryffindork, now I'm going to get a lecture from Professor Snape." Draco hissed, elbowing her in the side as he passed her. Logan stuck her tongue out at him which he frowned at. "You're the one who started it, genius."

"No I wasn't."

"Oh, you lie!" A sharp slap on the back was given to Draco. "You lie, you get hurt." Logan was then shoved roughly which led to the two growling at each other. Draco however backed away when Logan bared her sharp teeth at him.

A hand pulled Logan back and McGonagall stepped forward. "You two need to calm down! You're lucky that I'm feeling nice today and not going to give you detentions today."

Snape pulled Draco back as well. "On the other hand, I'm feeling bad today. Draco, you've lost five points and it's only the second day. Your father will surely hear about this."

"But-"

"No buts." Snape drawled; he gave a small push to Draco and McGonagall did the same, but in the other direction.

"Logan-"

"I know, I know, you're disappointed." the green-eyed girl said. "Professor, I need to ask you something…about Professor Quirrell…" McGonagall tensed. "What about him?" Logan noticed the serious tone McGonagall had now.

"There's something strange about him…I can smell it. And I swear his turban moved when he wasn't twitching." Those were the same suspicions that Dumbledore had about the man. Ever since Quirrell had taken that year off, he came back a changed man and begging for the Defense Against the Dark Arts position.

"I know it's my second day and I may be jumping the gun, but I have a real bad feelin' about this guy."

So did she…"It's alright, Logan; everyone has their opinions. Now go to lunch; you have about a half an hour."

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Logan gnawed thoughtfully on her chicken leg as she read over her essay for History of Magic for a second time. Ron was sitting opposite her, stuffing more food in his mouth than he could chew. When he saw her essay, his eyes got wide and he threw his food on the plate, searching for something in his bag.

"Can I have your notes?"

Logan nodded, sliding her notes over to Ron. "He mainly talked about the Salem Witch Trials." Ron relaxed a bit, pulling his hand out of his bag and taking the notes, putting them in his satchel. He gave a sheepish grin, "Thanks; his voice caused me to doze off." Logan nodded, "Me too, there were parts where I had to have Hermione repeat her notes to me because I started to doze off myself."

Ron grabbed a pork chop and cut some of it up. His eyes ventured over Logan's mountain of food. "How much do you eat?" he asked, spooning some potatoes onto his plate. The girl shrugged and grabbed a steak when there was nothing but bones.

"You're like a vacuum." he commented and took a reluctant bite of his potatoes.

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Nature, one of the best things that God could create. Without nature, the Earth would be nothing, just a sphere in space. Logan took a deep breath, the fresh quality of the air cooling her throat and giving a sharp pang in her lungs.

"You must like the outdoors." Lunar said softly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, smiling. Logan nodded, running her fingers through her short hair. "I've lived in the mountains for five years, what do you expect?"

Hermione, on Logan's right, noticed the glare she gave Malfoy when he looked over his shoulder. "He's nice…" Lunar mumbled, blushing at the smirk Draco gave her. Maybe they were on good terms because of the help she gave him earlier. "I don't care if he's a saint," Logan told Lunar. "I still think he's a jerk!!" Logan shouted, making a face when Draco looked at her over his shoulder. She made a mocking face at him and laughed when he flipped her off.

They all reached the courtyard where the flying lessons were held. Two rows of broomsticks were on the grass and each student stood next to a broom, ready for the lesson to start. Minutes later, a woman with short, silver hair and yellow, hawk-like eyes approached the class, a stern frown set upon her lips.

"Good afternoon class."

"Good afternoon, Madame Hooch."

Madame Hooch stopped at the beginning of the rows, turning to look at her class. Lunar flinched under Madame Hooch's gaze, and the woman tried to give the same look at Logan, but it had no affect which was surprising because most first years got nervous when she'd look at them.

"I'm not going over the safety rules with you because it's a beautiful day and you never know, it may rain next week so we're going to fly." She stuck her right hand out in front of her. "I want you to do the same as me and say up."

Students stuck their right hand over the broom and said "Up!" Harry's immediately up into his hand, as did Draco's. Hermione's was struggling, but gradually made it and Lunar had the same affects. Ron ended up getting smacked in the nose with him, but Logan's…wouldn't budge.

"Up!" she commanded, but the broom laid there. Madame Hooch watched her, waiting for her broom to rise up into her hand, but when everyone else started talking amongst themselves, she knew something was wrong.

"Let me-"

"Down!" The broom rise quickly into Logan's hand, causing her to stumble. Madame Hooch cocked an eyebrow, shaking off the strangeness and said, "Now, I want you to mount your broom and kick your feet off the ground, sitting in a hover."

Neville kicked his feet up, but instead of hovering in the air, he started going up. "Mr. Longbottom, come back down!"

"I can't!" Neville gave out a yelp as he started going faster and pretty soon, the broom was out of control, ramming into the castle walls and flying up and taking sharp turns, everything that could go wrong with a broom was happening to Neville. Neville's robes got caught on a statue, pulling him out of the seat of the broom, and leaving him hanging there. Logan was panicking, grabbing Hermione's robe sleeve. The sight of Neville in trouble was murder for her. Something in the back of her mind was buzzing, telling her to go and save him, heal any injuries he might have.

Logan gasped when Neville's robes ripped, causing him to fall to a torch which his sweater got caught on, but his sweater ripped and he fell to the ground, causing Logan to give out a yelp.

Madame Hooch ran over, kneeling beside a groaning Neville. "Oooo, broken wrist…" She helped up the boy and shouted to her class, "I want no one to fly while I'm gone and if I come back to find you; you'll be out of Hogwarts before you can say Quidditch."

When Madame Hooch left, Draco laughed, causing everyone to look at him. He lifted up Neville's Remembrall. "Maybe if he'd given this a squeeze, he would've remembered to fall on his fat ass!" he said joyfully.

Harry walked up to the blonde, sticking his hand out. "Give here Malfoy."

Draco snickered, jumping on to his broom. "How about on the roof?" he questioned, sliding over into the crowd who parted for him so he could slide properly onto the broom and lift off. Harry mounted his broom, read to take off.

"Harry don't, you're not supposed too!" But he sped off towards Draco, earning a flustered look from Hermione. "What an idiot."

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"Malfoy, give it back; it doesn't belong to you!" Harry shouted, hands clenching the broom handle. Draco threw the Remembrall from one hand to the other, taunting Harry. "Okay, I'll give to you, Catch it if you can!!" Draco brought his arm back and he threw the sphere forward. Harry frowned, speeding after it. Draco snickered as he watched Harry coming closer to the castle, straight for Prof. McGonagall's office.

Harry was so close to the window; he sped up, catching the Remembrall at the last second. He didn't notice Prof. McGonagall rush to the window, staring at him in awe. When he landed, the rest of his class sped after him, cheering, everyone except the Slytherins, who all stayed back for Draco's landing.

Logan approached Harry, setting a hand on his shoulder. "Can I please give that to Neville later on?" Her friend nodded, and she pocketed the smoky sphere. There it was again, that flowery scent. She backed away from the group to see Prof. McGonagall come up the gravel road.

"Harry Potter?!" The crowd all became quiet, turning towards the older woman. Harry looked like a scolded puppy which gave glee to Draco. They all watched Harry trail behind Prof. McGonagall as if the world were coming to an end.

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Madame Hooch had finally come back and the class resumed. Everyone was mounted on their broomsticks and hovering in the air.

"Okay, I want you all to move slightly forward." They all did as instructed, but when Logan did, she went nowhere, so she leaned back and the broom went forward like it should. This broom was stupid…

"Now, speed up."

Pretty soon, everyone was flying around, except Logan. She looked down and her grip tightened. "Uh, can I get down now?" she asked. Madame Hooch raised an eyebrow quizzically. "You don't stand on the ground in flying lessons. Fly away Miss Wolfram."

Logan looked up when Draco halted near her, snickering. "What's wrong? Is the second-hand loon scared of heights?" he teased. Logan looked back at the ground, gasping when her broom fell.

"See, Draco, I have this rule, and that rule is to have my feet on the ground at all times unless there is a solid surface under me."

"The ground is a solid surface."

Logan growled, yelping when her broom fell again. "I don't want to think about that!" Logan's body was tightly wrapped around the broomstick, eyes screwed shut. Draco howled, "Hey everyone, Wolfram's scared of heights!!"

"I am not!!" Logan shouted. And she wasn't... There was this feeling in her mind that told her nothing. She didn't feel scared, she wasn't dizzy. Logan straightened up, "Now that you mention fear, I've never really been scared of anything." she mumbled to him, balancing herself without holding the broom.

Draco's eyebrows scrunched together, "That's daft; everyone's scared of something…and you're scared of heights!" He laughed, speeding away. Logan watched him go, sighing.

Logan leaned back, going farther up in the air. She was to where she could see above the looming towers, at the lake. Her eyes squinted, but she still shielded them with her hand when she swore she saw something on the other side of the lake.

The bell rang, signaling the end of the day, but Logan didn't want to get down. Now that she was up, she didn't want to return to the ground. But Hermione and Lunar's shouts made her come, feet safely touching the ground.

"I didn't know you were scared of heights." Hermione said smugly.

"But I'm not…I…I didn't feel anything…"

Hermione shrugged, "I thought it was sort of breath-taking. You could see for miles." Lunar nodded in agreement. "Yeah," She giggled. "Did anyone else notice how Draco and Harry's brooms immediately when to their hands? Maybe that's a sign that they'll become Quidditch players in the near future."

Logan nodded calmly, looking in the direction of the lake, even though the castle blocked it.

"Is there something wrong?" Lunar asked, chewing her bottom lip nervously. Logan shook her head. "No…there's nothing wrong. C'mon, let's go get some dinner."

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The lake was almost black, but simmered when the sun hit it. The shadows of the towering evergreens could be seen in the water, rippling when fish nipped at the surface for some bug or something. The shore wasn't sand, but mud, wet cool mud that oozed between her toes as she slipped them into the wet earth. The grass was faintly wet beneath her, but that didn't stop her from lying down, watching the sky above her.

Her satchel lay beside her, ready to be opened and have homework taken out of it. The dark figure haunted her mind. Logan sat up, peering across the lake at the spot where the figure had been seen. Maybe it'd come back, but she doubted it. The sky was darkening and the sun was going down to perform its duty of warming up the other side of the Earth. Whatever it was- was probably long gone.

In the pocket of her robes, she snatched the Remembrall that she was going to give Neville when she returned to the common room. The smoke inside the sphere turned a blood red color.

'What did I forget though?' she thought as she rotated it between her fingers. Her mind searched for anything that she might've forgotten. She'd done her homework besides her Herbology. It was only her second day, what could she possibly forget?

Hermione had left to do some studying in the library and Lunar had gone to her common room to finish up her homework. Logan took out her Herbology book and a piece of parchment, along with her quill and an inkwell.

I like your class Professor Sprout, and I'm not kissing up to get extra credit points, but I'm telling the truth. The thought of being surrounded by plants makes me feel good inside. I do know that we have to be safe handling the plants that we will be dealing with later on in the year, even if we will be enduring long lectures. Herbology is crucial to the wizarding society-one of the key things you wanted us to remember. Plants in the wizarding world are used similarly to those used in the Muggle world. When I was younger, my friend, Charlie, he took me to a hospital to meet his grandma and she was telling me about all the remedies she learned when she was a child, such as aloe being used to soothe the pain in burns. The only difference between wizarding and Muggle plants is that Muggles don't have any plants that'll bite your head off if hungry enough, excluding the Venus Fly Trap of course. There is my summary for your class, I hope you enjoyed it.

Logan rolled that one up and put it back into her bag, sighing. She picked the Remembrall up again, the smoke still red.

"What the hell did I forget?!"

Her ears twitched and that familiar smell filled her nostrils. Garlic... She looked to her left and grinned. The same dark figure glided across the shore.

"I was right…there is something wrong with him."

Garlic...OMG!!!